Page 79 of We Thought We Were Invincible
“I wish I could stay all night,” I whispered.
“You can.”
“Kat would kill me.” I laughed.
“Well.” He rolled over, pinning me to the bed. “We can't have that.”
I rose off the bed to kiss him, eliciting a moan when I bit his lip.
“Keep kissing me like that and I'll never let you leave.” His voice was low.
“Kiss you like what?” I kissed him again. “Like this?”
He pushed closer, a growl ripping from his throat.
His hands ran up my skin underneath my top. I was so distracted I didn't hear the pounding on the door.
“Jamie, you in here?” Jay pushed open the door, freezing immediately. “Shit.”
“Jay,” I yelled.
“What the hell, man?” Jamie cursed.
Jay backed out quickly, shutting the door behind him. I scrambled from the bed, fumbling for my clothes on the ground. Jamie switched on the lamp by his bed and started getting dressed as well. Neither of us said anything. Weird didn't begin to cover it.
I was out the door before Jamie could stop me. Jay was waiting downstairs, his hands in his pockets. He gave me a sheepish grin and rocked back on his heels nervously.
“Oh, shut up,” I snapped, wanting to slap my best friend.
“I'm just surprised is all.” He laughed. “I knew you guys were kind of starting something, but damn.”
“Don't you be an ass to him about this.” I grabbed his arm and made him follow me out the door. “Why are you even here?”
“Doesn't sound like you're happy to see me.”
“You know it's not like that. I'm always glad when you're around.”
“Spring break.” He shrugged.
“Us too. Today was our last day of school. Look, I've got to get home. Sunday I don't have to work. You want to hang out?”
“With you? Always.”
Jamie came out, and I waved goodbye as we got into his car so he could drive me home.
* * *
The house wasdark when I got home save for a single light in the kitchen. I stood in the doorway, watching Aunt Kat sit hunched over at the table, papers spread out in front of her. She pressed the heels of her hands against both eyes and let out a troubled sigh.
“Dammit,” she muttered to herself.
“Everything okay?”
She jerked her head up sharply as if I'd shocked her. “Callie.”
As I moved further into the room, she quickly gathered up the papers in front of her, hiding them from view. “You're home late.” She was trying to distract me.
I walked to the fridge and pulled it open. Peering inside as the cold jolted me, I grabbed a bottle of water, but before the door could swing shut, I changed my mind and pulled out a beer instead. Kat raised an eyebrow as I unscrewed the cap and set the chilled bottle in front of her.
